Enjolras felt numb, he would never forget the death of Éponine Thenardier.

He knew she had been in love with Marius, and when he finally realized it himself, she was gone.

She was exactly what he had fought for.

Her life was cold and dark, yet she was unafraid.

He picked up her lifeless body, cradling her in his arms, Enjolras gazed at her beautiful face, finally at peace, his heart of marble cracked knowing he'd never see those bright brown eyes again. Why hadn't he reached out to her? Why hadn't he come to terms with his feeling sooner and told her? Why hadn't he saved her?

Now it was too late.


When he died, the last thought he had been her name.

Éponine. The name meant French horse goddess. He didn't know if she liked horses, but she was certainly a goddess.

A goddess among men.

And suddenly, she was there. His goddess, dressed in virginal, angelic white. Her hand was outstretched, ready for him to take it. She looked so beautiful. The hunger and suffering were gone from her body and soul. Now, there was only love.

"Took you long enough Monsieur!" she said, laughing, her voice sounding like bells.

"I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting?" He didn't know what she meant by it, whether she was referring to his love for her, or his death. Maybe even both. Suddenly the wind picked up.

"Alright! Alright! We're coming! Hold your horses, geez!" Éponine said to the sky.

"Come on Monsieur, we got to go. Because somebody can't wait five minutes!" Éponine said shouting the last part up at the heavens.

"Where are we going?" Enjolras asked cautiously,

"He says we get a second chance, whatever that means. But we should count our blessings, apparently it's not everyday we get a do over." Éponine said shrugging

"Now come on! Before the other's leave without us!" Enjolras hesitated a moment and then grasped Éponine's hand in his. There was a blast of pure, blinding white light and then…

Nothing.

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